Category: Dating

To All the Valentines I’ve Loved Before

Valentine’s Day.  The manufactured holiday that has everyone thinking of relationship status.  I don’t care how strong you try to be, the ghosts of past, present and future love haunts every advertisement for candy, flowers and jewelry.  Depending on your frame of mind come February 14th, that stupid Cupid falls very distinctly into one of two camps: Cute or Crap (not for nuthin’ does he wear a diaper). This morning, I started to think about those that I have loved. […]

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Blame / Psychological Projection: Or…“Excuse me, does your opinion make my butt look big?”

The other night I watched a woman trip over her own two feet, then turn to what I assume was her beleaguered boyfriend (know that I only questioned the boyfriend part) and loudly blamed him for her misstep.  J’accuse!  He weakly smiled and said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”  Poor Sir Schmoe, you do know it wasn’t your fault?  I’m sure he thinks it was noble of him to take the blame, but I wanted to sidle up and tell him it […]

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Tea in Various Time Zones

My Tea with T. page is going to be relatively silent for a couple of weeks as I am off and running again, doing more travel and having more adventures this summer than ever before in my life.  No, seriously!  50 years of inertia and I now have a suitcase and carry-on bag that suffer from road-rash.  And a bit of international road-rash, at that.  I’ve just returned from the unbelievable gift of a birthday trip to Vancouver, B.C. and […]

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Samuel L. Jackson in an apron

When it comes to food, there are a few different personalities, such as: those who are bonafide Foodies hoping to eat only meals worthy of savoring, not just digesting; those who are gastronomically adventurous and like to eat as though they are filming a reality television show, climbing ever higher on the food chain; and those who eat, simply to survive.  I fall somewhere in between, depending on my mood and the day.  I love relishing the best of the […]

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Well, here’s to you Mrs. Robinson…

*originally posted on June 15, 2011 Not too long ago, I received an email from a man I’d met that read: “Here’s the profile of a friend of mine, I thought you’d like him.  He’s me, but older.” Ouch. My response, read something like: “Thanks, baby boy.  But I can find men by my own pitiful old self, without your big, strong, young brain jumping in to help me discern the difference between what I can and cannot handle in […]

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Autoneurotica

My car despises me.  There is no other way to explain how cruel it has been to me over the years.  Mainly, there’s the whole funhouse effect whenever I approach the driver’s side window, reflecting a face that can only be described as funeral parlor ready, wearing a fright wig styled by faulty electrical outlet and eggbeater.   Don’t judge me.  I spend a perfectly adequate amount of time getting ready in the morning: 45 minutes showered-to-powdered and out the […]

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The one that got away.

Everyone has a fish story.  The exaggerated tale of the “catch-of-a-lifetime” that was nearly theirs.  It could have been a job or career that they’d dreamed of and never got.  Maybe it was the education or an experience that eluded them due to financial strains.  Sometimes it is an opportunity that was close enough to touch, but didn’t transpire.  For many, it is unrequited love that wriggled from their grasp, leaving them with an eternal case of regret, from which, […]

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